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A lonely soldier standing below a hill,
Looking upon an armé he wants to kill.
Thinking of the time he spent with familiy and friends,
Now he realises hes life soon will come to ends.
This lonely soldier is forced down on he's knees,
Knowing that the very last time he seen hes wife has been.
He picks a red, beautiful flower, which reminds him of hes wife, from the ground,
Looking up on the sky were birds are flying around and around.
This lonely soldier feels a sword on hes shoulder,
Knowing that soon it all will be over.
This soldier realises that he is on hes way dying,
But has he yet even been trying?
The soldier rises once again,
The army struggling to understand.
Havent they won the war. Or will they fail even though they came so far.
The soldier glances Upon the blue bright sky,
He see that the executioner doubts to take this life, maybe also he wonders why.
Bows and axes rises against him, as he get up hes feets.
Cant they see this soldier wont turn to a victim, and be buried in sheets.
Covered in blood he drags up hes hood.
Grabs an axe and an unbeatable shield, created by love from family and wife.
With red eyes he looks at the army on the field, getting ready to slay and take their lives.
With the brave of a lion and strength of a bear.
He faces them all without any fear.
With burning fire in hes eyes, he feel sorrow for those men, who never more will see their wives.
But they started it so isnt it okay?
Anyway.
Now this lonely soldier will turn home to the family and friends he missed so much.
He barely cant wait to feel hes sons touch.
Celebrating valentine with they who deserve it.
A day he never more will see just as a habbit.
Looking upon an armé he wants to kill.
Thinking of the time he spent with familiy and friends,
Now he realises hes life soon will come to ends.
This lonely soldier is forced down on he's knees,
Knowing that the very last time he seen hes wife has been.
He picks a red, beautiful flower, which reminds him of hes wife, from the ground,
Looking up on the sky were birds are flying around and around.
This lonely soldier feels a sword on hes shoulder,
Knowing that soon it all will be over.
This soldier realises that he is on hes way dying,
But has he yet even been trying?
The soldier rises once again,
The army struggling to understand.
Havent they won the war. Or will they fail even though they came so far.
The soldier glances Upon the blue bright sky,
He see that the executioner doubts to take this life, maybe also he wonders why.
Bows and axes rises against him, as he get up hes feets.
Cant they see this soldier wont turn to a victim, and be buried in sheets.
Covered in blood he drags up hes hood.
Grabs an axe and an unbeatable shield, created by love from family and wife.
With red eyes he looks at the army on the field, getting ready to slay and take their lives.
With the brave of a lion and strength of a bear.
He faces them all without any fear.
With burning fire in hes eyes, he feel sorrow for those men, who never more will see their wives.
But they started it so isnt it okay?
Anyway.
Now this lonely soldier will turn home to the family and friends he missed so much.
He barely cant wait to feel hes sons touch.
Celebrating valentine with they who deserve it.
A day he never more will see just as a habbit.
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